Love is my Drug

11

AVA
"It's perfect!" Kaylee exclaimed as she finished my makeup.
"Why are we so dressed up?!? It's a high school party, for god's sake!!" I asked, exasperated. I have had my hair pulled out of my head, makeup smashed onto my face, and stuffed into an incredible tight dress for a house party.
"You really don't know anything about Dawn's parties, do you?" Kaylee asked.
"Aah, that be a no, no, I haven't." I said. I don't really care for school gossip. As far as I'm concerned, Madonna could be voted teacher of the decade and I would be completely oblivious to that fact for three years.
"She is all about dress code! You have to look at least semi-classy to get in! She has some weird fetish with well dressed people, or something like that. I don't know. But you have to be dressed up to get in. It's kinda like a club, now that I think about it." Kaylee stated. I sighed, and turned to look at how she dressed me up this time. I had on a navy blue dress, which was long-sleeved with cutouts on the shoulders, paired with a silver sparkly clutch and sparkly silver heels. My hair was pulled into a high pony tail, and my bangs French braided back into the pony tail. She gave me a silvery-grey smokey eye, and blush-colored lips. It wasn't the worst she had done, but she excelled at her own look. A tight red bandage dress with straps off her shoulders, red matching shoes, and a gold clutch. Her hair was in a cascading waterfall braid, with the ends straightened, unlike the normal curl. She had gold sparkly eye shadow and blood red lips.
"God, I'm SO jealous of the way you look in that dress! Where have you been hiding those curves?!?" Kaylee asked me.
"I, uh, curves? I have curves?" I stuttered.
"Honey, you need to look in the mirror more often, because you are S-M-O-K-I-N HOT!! I f I wasn't straight.... d*mn girl!" She made noises of approval as she circled me. I blushed as she continued to review her work. She laughed when she saw my blush.
"C'mon, girlie, lets get going!" She yelled.
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NOAH
The party was huge. Half of the people there I didn't know, and the other half all wanted to dance with me. The only person I wanted to dance with was Aria. She looked so hot in a short, backless, strapless sparkly black/blue/green dress, ah, shirt? Whatever. The point was she was smoking hot when she came up to me half buzzed and slightly stumbling in heels that were, like 11-inches tall.
"Hey, baby, ready to daaance?" she asked before grabbing me and grinding on me. We danced for an hour and a half before Aria had to 'fix her makeup'. She walked off, and I stepped back, away from the couples grinding and making out. The front door opened, and in walked two stunningly beautiful girls. They looked amazingly familar, and yet I knew I had never seen them at any one of these parties. I definetly would have remembered. I stood there, staring at the red head, slack-jawed, before coming to the realization that one of them was Ava. The other one was the chick who had cussed out Aria in the cafeteria today. She sure had guts to come waltzing in here an hour into the party and not be recognized and/or confronted by one of Aria's many friends and followers. Ava, unlike Aria, seemed shy, kinda like she didn't want to be here- no, like she was afraid to be here. I walked up to her, or stumbled(I had more than a few drinks) over to her.
"Hey, sweetheart."